*Nah, Stigmata is basically a demigod in this domain, and can rip open holes at will. It's actually one of his main tactics in combat.*
"We just put it around. Think of it like police tape, but not sticky. You hold it up, and I'll nail it in place."
"It comes naturally to me. I think it runs on thoughts. Try imagining something... vivid. Emotional."
*Oh, okay, great. Was thinking for a second that KK would end up stuck there and come back as some incomprehensible horror like Pod. Maybe let's save that for after her wedding.*
"Okay!" She responds, taking the tape and holding it up in the spots he marks until he nails it in place and she moves to the next.
She nods in response, taking a second to focus on something... that night where everything changed. The mirror. The ghost. Her death. The darkness that followed. She is silent the whole time.
After a bit, he steps back, looking at their handiwork. "Nice job. Don't think I caught your name. I'm Porter, an Exorcist for the NEO."
The waves begin to thrash and gnash and crash, the corpses begin to beg and whisper details about the night she never knew, and echoes of the past appear around her, haunting the Beach. Her fingertips turn into corkscrews with a mirror finish, growing transparent at the very ends.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs once again, stretching his shoulders, “I prefer it that way anyway, it’s never boring hunting with you.” He walks over to their room, walking inside.
She walks over to his side of the bed, “This is all we’ve got for now, but I’ll get you more.” She puts it down.
She smiles back at them a little nervously, sitting down next to them, nodding the slightest bit as she looks up at them.
"You say that, but drool in every resteraunt." she rolls her eyes, laying on the bed.
"Oh, thank you." he sits up, eating and drinking
"What hurt you, dear?" he asks, not thinking about his word choice.
He chuckles, lying down next to her, “You’ve got to eat to stay strong, I like to eat, dear.”
She sits down next to them, rubbing her hands together.
The color comes back to her skin in full as she blushes, looking down to her feet, “Just… adventuring… stuff.”
She puts her head on his chest. "I eat, my love."
"You okay?" he asks, swallowing some chips
"Alright, you don't gotta tell me. But if you're taking on too much then you need to tell your party. I might not always be able to heal you."
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He sighs once again, stretching his shoulders, “I prefer it that way anyway, it’s never boring hunting with you.” He walks over to their room, walking inside.
She walks over to his side of the bed, “This is all we’ve got for now, but I’ll get you more.” She puts it down.
She smiles back at them a little nervously, sitting down next to them, nodding the slightest bit as she looks up at them.
"You say that, but drool in every resteraunt." she rolls her eyes, laying on the bed.
"Oh, thank you." he sits up, eating and drinking
"What hurt you, dear?" he asks, not thinking about his word choice.
He chuckles, lying down next to her, “You’ve got to eat to stay strong, I like to eat, dear.”
She sits down next to them, rubbing her hands together.
The color comes back to her skin in full as she blushes, looking down to her feet, “Just… adventuring… stuff.”
She puts her head on his chest. "I eat, my love."
"You okay?" he asks, swallowing some chips
"Alright, you don't gotta tell me. But if you're taking on too much then you need to tell your party. I might not always be able to heal you."
He takes a moment before sighing, putting a hand to rest in her lap, “You’re right, I’ve got to be better, for you.”
She looks over to them, nodding “Of course, dear, I just don’t want you to end up like me.”
She thinks about their words for a moment before closing her eyes and leaning into them, “I just… it’s all so much… but they couldn’t do it without me…”
"You are equal because I said you are, no matter what your other half does. I do not discriminate against people based on their value to me anymore. And for the love of the gods, slow down!" He laughs, his voice rising above a whisper for once. "Enjoy yourself. You must think like Oris: soft, quiet, and free. Then maybe you'll be able to have one for yourself." Oris wraps their long neck around Eithan's arm.
He considers it for a moment, though he doesn’t stop sipping his tea, seemingly not noticing the burning feeling at all as it goes down his throat “That is some advice I think I’ll take, thank you sir, though I don’t believe I’ve caught your name yet, though my memory has been fractured ever since I’ve been.” He smiles down at them, putting his forehead to Oris’s.
"Baegoji, formerly known as The Verdict. You came to my country once while I was working. You fought, I cheated. Well, it wasn't you, per se, but your other. You were... negotiable. Your twin, however, saw me as an evil to be purged. He was wrong. I was an evil to be realized. I've pondered you ever since then. I came here because I heard you were coming. After all, we met before, even if it was for only days that we saw one another." Oris chirps joyously. "You were the only one I've met who could survive the (gp) I could pull on a day-to-day basis. Oris reminded me of you a while back, so I decided to check the latest records."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs once again, stretching his shoulders, “I prefer it that way anyway, it’s never boring hunting with you.” He walks over to their room, walking inside.
She walks over to his side of the bed, “This is all we’ve got for now, but I’ll get you more.” She puts it down.
She smiles back at them a little nervously, sitting down next to them, nodding the slightest bit as she looks up at them.
"You say that, but drool in every resteraunt." she rolls her eyes, laying on the bed.
"Oh, thank you." he sits up, eating and drinking
"What hurt you, dear?" he asks, not thinking about his word choice.
He chuckles, lying down next to her, “You’ve got to eat to stay strong, I like to eat, dear.”
She sits down next to them, rubbing her hands together.
The color comes back to her skin in full as she blushes, looking down to her feet, “Just… adventuring… stuff.”
She puts her head on his chest. "I eat, my love."
"You okay?" he asks, swallowing some chips
"Alright, you don't gotta tell me. But if you're taking on too much then you need to tell your party. I might not always be able to heal you."
He takes a moment before sighing, putting a hand to rest in her lap, “You’re right, I’ve got to be better, for you.”
She looks over to them, nodding “Of course, dear, I just don’t want you to end up like me.”
She thinks about their words for a moment before closing her eyes and leaning into them, “I just… it’s all so much… but they couldn’t do it without me…”
"No, you're perfect, dear.." she smiles, taking his hand
"I feel fine, dear. I promise."
"Forgive me, but what do you do again? Carry stuff, right?"
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"You are equal because I said you are, no matter what your other half does. I do not discriminate against people based on their value to me anymore. And for the love of the gods, slow down!" He laughs, his voice rising above a whisper for once. "Enjoy yourself. You must think like Oris: soft, quiet, and free. Then maybe you'll be able to have one for yourself." Oris wraps their long neck around Eithan's arm.
He considers it for a moment, though he doesn’t stop sipping his tea, seemingly not noticing the burning feeling at all as it goes down his throat “That is some advice I think I’ll take, thank you sir, though I don’t believe I’ve caught your name yet, though my memory has been fractured ever since I’ve been.” He smiles down at them, putting his forehead to Oris’s.
"Baegoji, formerly known as The Verdict. You came to my country once while I was working. You fought, I cheated. Well, it wasn't you, per se, but your other. You were... negotiable. Your twin, however, saw me as an evil to be purged. He was wrong. I was an evil to be realized. I've pondered you ever since then. I came here because I heard you were coming. After all, we met before, even if it was for only days that we saw one another." Oris chirps joyously. "You were the only one I've met who could survive the (gp) I could pull on a day-to-day basis. Oris reminded me of you a while back, so I decided to check the latest records."
“Oris, you remembered me?” He asks, leaning down to them once more, smiling “I made a lasting impression on the both of you during that dark time, when my other had prominent control over the both of us, I’m happy I wasn’t able to purge you, and rather you exist as you do now.” He puts down his now empty cup of tea, “That tea was amazing by the way, thank you.”
"Because you are valuable, even despite your lack of use to me. You are possibly one of the few beings here of my age group. Besides, your quest intrigues me."
He laughs, his presence getting a bit more prominent. "I would hardly call it a quest if it's something I'm owed. How am I useless but valuable?" he seems offended
"Like a gold bar or a fine wine. Pleasant, but not immediately useful to me. But I keep them around nevertheless. You are a stained-glass window in an ancient church, or a painting by a master. Like any civilian, you are better cared for and protected than thrown out into the front lines."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Time has put up a temporary shelf, and is organizing some hour glasses by length remaining
Dew is in his massage clinic, waiting for customers.
Aokiji is deep in thought, in a meditative pose. His jingasa rests in his lap
*where's time at?*
Loriche knocks on the door.
Riotan is leaning over him to be an annoyance, debating whether or not he should do any manual decapitation.
*just in the library*
It opens into an open waiting room, and to Dew sitting behind a desk. "Welcome in!" he smiles
The air around him is hot and thick. "You are quite a nuisance."
Thirteen enters, carrying a pile of tomes and scrolls.
"Hi! I made something that might be useful for you."
"I've been told." He grins.
"Hello, scholarly one." she says, holding his lifespan in the form of an hourglass. "You're quite healthy."
"Oh, Loriche! good to see you again!" he smiles
"A handsome one, but I digress. I'm rather busy here." he grumbles
"Kind of you to say. I presume that's to do with my age dissonance?"
She holds out a small wrapped parcel for him. "Good to see you too!"
"Your temptations are flattering, but I'm engaged."
"You'll live for a while. Indeed, this is your lifespan." she says, observing it a bit more
he takes it gingerly, opening it. "So, how've you been?"
"Bonds will always break. Like my concentration has." he sighs, putting his jingasa on his head.
“…pardon?”
Inside is a small glass charm shaped like a ram in profile, hanging from a small string that loops through the circle of the ram’s horn. “Oh, same as usual. You?”
“Maybe. Who are either of us to say?” He shrugs, starting to pace around you.
"Sorry. I'm Mistress Time, and this represents your lifespan."
"This is wonderful. what does it do? Oh, I'm fine."
"I speak from experience." his eyes trail Rio, and he feels several others on him. "I am the last Ronin of my people, the final Shogun."
Thirteen turns around quickly. “I don’t want to know then. That would ruin the time I have left.”
“If you apply it to areas that you’re going to work on, it won’t cause unnecessary pain.”
“After a billion years or so, stuff like that gets old.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He smiles, “I think you’re mistaking me for you, dear.” He kisses their forehead.
“You can’t promise that, you don’t know, I don’t know…”
She stops for a moment, before nodding “I… I heal too…” She says, wringing her hands, looking down at the ground.
"Not possible." she laughs, kissing back
"I chose this, and if you're that worried, just look at my blood under the microscope."
"Not well enough. if they're not protecting you, or keeping you out of the fight, then you need to speak up or leave the party."
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*Nah, Stigmata is basically a demigod in this domain, and can rip open holes at will. It's actually one of his main tactics in combat.*
"We just put it around. Think of it like police tape, but not sticky. You hold it up, and I'll nail it in place."
"It comes naturally to me. I think it runs on thoughts. Try imagining something... vivid. Emotional."
*Oh, okay, great. Was thinking for a second that KK would end up stuck there and come back as some incomprehensible horror like Pod. Maybe let's save that for after her wedding.*
"Okay!" She responds, taking the tape and holding it up in the spots he marks until he nails it in place and she moves to the next.
She nods in response, taking a second to focus on something... that night where everything changed. The mirror. The ghost. Her death. The darkness that followed. She is silent the whole time.
After a bit, he steps back, looking at their handiwork. "Nice job. Don't think I caught your name. I'm Porter, an Exorcist for the NEO."
The waves begin to thrash and gnash and crash, the corpses begin to beg and whisper details about the night she never knew, and echoes of the past appear around her, haunting the Beach. Her fingertips turn into corkscrews with a mirror finish, growing transparent at the very ends.
"Omori. Nice to meet ya, Porter." She responds, looking back at the portal.
She looks down at her hands, equally shocked and curious. "What the..." She smiles a bit. "Well ain't that interesting..." She mutters to herself, laughing.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Because you are valuable, even despite your lack of use to me. You are possibly one of the few beings here of my age group. Besides, your quest intrigues me."
He laughs, his presence getting a bit more prominent. "I would hardly call it a quest if it's something I'm owed. How am I useless but valuable?" he seems offended
"Like a gold bar or a fine wine. Pleasant, but not immediately useful to me. But I keep them around nevertheless. You are a stained-glass window in an ancient church, or a painting by a master. Like any civilian, you are better cared for and protected than thrown out into the front lines."
"Your words are pretty and flattering." he coughs to stifle a blush. "I understand now." he bows slightly
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"Baegoji, formerly known as The Verdict. You came to my country once while I was working. You fought, I cheated. Well, it wasn't you, per se, but your other. You were... negotiable. Your twin, however, saw me as an evil to be purged. He was wrong. I was an evil to be realized. I've pondered you ever since then. I came here because I heard you were coming. After all, we met before, even if it was for only days that we saw one another." Oris chirps joyously. "You were the only one I've met who could survive the (gp) I could pull on a day-to-day basis. Oris reminded me of you a while back, so I decided to check the latest records."
“Oris, you remembered me?” He asks, leaning down to them once more, smiling “I made a lasting impression on the both of you during that dark time, when my other had prominent control over the both of us, I’m happy I wasn’t able to purge you, and rather you exist as you do now.” He puts down his now empty cup of tea, “That tea was amazing by the way, thank you.”
"I'm very glad you enjoyed it, and more glad that you've decided not to finish the job. After 600-odd years of retirement, I lack the resources and skills I once had to face down a younger you." He looks to his students. "You are an inspiration to me, you know. I spent that 600 years improving in non-violent areas, studying my past foes, and how they came to power with such different approaches. You were, as always, an outlier in every way. I needed to know what made you tick. And so I studied you. The man, or men, as it is, that didn't fear my pen."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Baegoji, formerly known as The Verdict. You came to my country once while I was working. You fought, I cheated. Well, it wasn't you, per se, but your other. You were... negotiable. Your twin, however, saw me as an evil to be purged. He was wrong. I was an evil to be realized. I've pondered you ever since then. I came here because I heard you were coming. After all, we met before, even if it was for only days that we saw one another." Oris chirps joyously. "You were the only one I've met who could survive the (gp) I could pull on a day-to-day basis. Oris reminded me of you a while back, so I decided to check the latest records."
“Oris, you remembered me?” He asks, leaning down to them once more, smiling “I made a lasting impression on the both of you during that dark time, when my other had prominent control over the both of us, I’m happy I wasn’t able to purge you, and rather you exist as you do now.” He puts down his now empty cup of tea, “That tea was amazing by the way, thank you.”
"I'm very glad you enjoyed it, and more glad that you've decided not to finish the job. After 600-odd years of retirement, I lack the resources and skills I once had to face down a younger you." He looks to his students. "You are an inspiration to me, you know. I spent that 600 years improving in non-violent areas, studying my past foes, and how they came to power with such different approaches. You were, as always, an outlier in every way. I needed to know what made you tick. And so I studied you. The man, or men, as it is, that didn't fear my pen."
“An inspiration to you? I’m happy I helped where I could, even if it wasn’t entirely intentional. My life has been a long one I’ve lived, and even at my youngest, I’ve got regrets, but seeing that I’ve made a change I know will be lasting, and a positive one at that, warms my heart.” He looks at the students train, taking his attention off of Oris for a moment.
He smiles, “I think you’re mistaking me for you, dear.” He kisses their forehead.
“You can’t promise that, you don’t know, I don’t know…”
She stops for a moment, before nodding “I… I heal too…” She says, wringing her hands, looking down at the ground.
"Not possible." she laughs, kissing back
"I chose this, and if you're that worried, just look at my blood under the microscope."
"Not well enough. if they're not protecting you, or keeping you out of the fight, then you need to speak up or leave the party."
He laughs with them, “We should rest, we’ve been traveling a long time to get here.”
She nods, leaning into them, “Maybe I’m worrying too much…” She says, her claws digging a bit into her own flesh.
She stops once again, before finally looking back up at them, “Why are you so worried…? I… I trust you, but they…”
"We could rest. oooor." she giggles
he sighs, grabbing their hands. "get the microscope, dear."
"Because you are getting hurt and nobody is doing anything to stop it!" he says, raising his voice past normal talking volume for the first time in years.
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He raises an eyebrow, reaching farther down with his hand, “If you want to, dear, I’m certainly not opposed.”
She looks over to them before nodding, going back to the library to get the microscope.
She shrinks away from their raised voice, making a nearly inaudible noise as she looks back down at the ground, “Y-yes sir… okay…” She takes what he said as if it were an order.
He raises an eyebrow, reaching farther down with his hand, “If you want to, dear, I’m certainly not opposed.”
She looks over to them before nodding, going back to the library to get the microscope.
She shrinks away from their raised voice, making a nearly inaudible noise as she looks back down at the ground, “Y-yes sir… okay…” She takes what he said as if it were an order.
(PM?)
When she returns, he gets prepared.
His voice was only slightly louder than speaking volume, but still a signifiicant moment. he sniffles, patting their head with a pad. "I'm sorry.. I was, and knew people, in a similar situation.. it hurts me to see it.."
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Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
He pulls the sword out of the man's chest, watching the blood spill as he drops to the ground. He then begins hacking violently, leaning on his sword as bile begins leaking from under his helmet.
She steps forward again, moving closer and closer like a cat sneaking up on prey.
He doesn’t notice them, the bile continuing to flow, burning into the ground like acid, the box slowly fading from his attire and weapon back to silver.
She is right near him at this point, mere feet from his being. She gently reaches out and touches his shoulder.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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After a bit, he steps back, looking at their handiwork. "Nice job. Don't think I caught your name. I'm Porter, an Exorcist for the NEO."
The waves begin to thrash and gnash and crash, the corpses begin to beg and whisper details about the night she never knew, and echoes of the past appear around her, haunting the Beach. Her fingertips turn into corkscrews with a mirror finish, growing transparent at the very ends.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She puts her head on his chest. "I eat, my love."
"You okay?" he asks, swallowing some chips
"Alright, you don't gotta tell me. But if you're taking on too much then you need to tell your party. I might not always be able to heal you."
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He takes a moment before sighing, putting a hand to rest in her lap, “You’re right, I’ve got to be better, for you.”
She looks over to them, nodding “Of course, dear, I just don’t want you to end up like me.”
She thinks about their words for a moment before closing her eyes and leaning into them, “I just… it’s all so much… but they couldn’t do it without me…”
"Baegoji, formerly known as The Verdict. You came to my country once while I was working. You fought, I cheated. Well, it wasn't you, per se, but your other. You were... negotiable. Your twin, however, saw me as an evil to be purged. He was wrong. I was an evil to be realized. I've pondered you ever since then. I came here because I heard you were coming. After all, we met before, even if it was for only days that we saw one another." Oris chirps joyously. "You were the only one I've met who could survive the (gp) I could pull on a day-to-day basis. Oris reminded me of you a while back, so I decided to check the latest records."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, you're perfect, dear.." she smiles, taking his hand
"I feel fine, dear. I promise."
"Forgive me, but what do you do again? Carry stuff, right?"
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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S♡J
2-13-25
“Oris, you remembered me?” He asks, leaning down to them once more, smiling “I made a lasting impression on the both of you during that dark time, when my other had prominent control over the both of us, I’m happy I wasn’t able to purge you, and rather you exist as you do now.” He puts down his now empty cup of tea, “That tea was amazing by the way, thank you.”
"Like a gold bar or a fine wine. Pleasant, but not immediately useful to me. But I keep them around nevertheless. You are a stained-glass window in an ancient church, or a painting by a master. Like any civilian, you are better cared for and protected than thrown out into the front lines."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thirteen turns around quickly. “I don’t want to know then. That would ruin the time I have left.”
“If you apply it to areas that you’re going to work on, it won’t cause unnecessary pain.”
“After a billion years or so, stuff like that gets old.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
He smiles, “I think you’re mistaking me for you, dear.” He kisses their forehead.
“You can’t promise that, you don’t know, I don’t know…”
She stops for a moment, before nodding “I… I heal too…” She says, wringing her hands, looking down at the ground.
"Not possible." she laughs, kissing back
"I chose this, and if you're that worried, just look at my blood under the microscope."
"Not well enough. if they're not protecting you, or keeping you out of the fight, then you need to speak up or leave the party."
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2-13-25
"Omori. Nice to meet ya, Porter." She responds, looking back at the portal.
She looks down at her hands, equally shocked and curious. "What the..." She smiles a bit. "Well ain't that interesting..." She mutters to herself, laughing.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Your words are pretty and flattering." he coughs to stifle a blush. "I understand now." he bows slightly
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2-13-25
"I'm very glad you enjoyed it, and more glad that you've decided not to finish the job. After 600-odd years of retirement, I lack the resources and skills I once had to face down a younger you." He looks to his students. "You are an inspiration to me, you know. I spent that 600 years improving in non-violent areas, studying my past foes, and how they came to power with such different approaches. You were, as always, an outlier in every way. I needed to know what made you tick. And so I studied you. The man, or men, as it is, that didn't fear my pen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs with them, “We should rest, we’ve been traveling a long time to get here.”
She nods, leaning into them, “Maybe I’m worrying too much…” She says, her claws digging a bit into her own flesh.
She stops once again, before finally looking back up at them, “Why are you so worried…? I… I trust you, but they…”
“An inspiration to you? I’m happy I helped where I could, even if it wasn’t entirely intentional. My life has been a long one I’ve lived, and even at my youngest, I’ve got regrets, but seeing that I’ve made a change I know will be lasting, and a positive one at that, warms my heart.” He looks at the students train, taking his attention off of Oris for a moment.
"We could rest. oooor." she giggles
he sighs, grabbing their hands. "get the microscope, dear."
"Because you are getting hurt and nobody is doing anything to stop it!" he says, raising his voice past normal talking volume for the first time in years.
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*Cut for Salem.*
He raises an eyebrow, reaching farther down with his hand, “If you want to, dear, I’m certainly not opposed.”
She looks over to them before nodding, going back to the library to get the microscope.
She shrinks away from their raised voice, making a nearly inaudible noise as she looks back down at the ground, “Y-yes sir… okay…” She takes what he said as if it were an order.
Cerberus is collapsed face down on the floor covered with sap.
Ternikus is lying next to him, laughing his (beep) off.
Sylvan is off hunting with his pups.
Agatha is giving a speech in the town square.
Pangola is sleeping at the end of the bar with a glass of ice.
Koneko is in a stand-off against a red Dragonborn, who is wearing a crown they seem to have stolen based on their by their ragged appearance.
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When she returns, he gets prepared.
His voice was only slightly louder than speaking volume, but still a signifiicant moment. he sniffles, patting their head with a pad. "I'm sorry.. I was, and knew people, in a similar situation.. it hurts me to see it.."
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She is right near him at this point, mere feet from his being. She gently reaches out and touches his shoulder.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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